The way he presents the bottle in front of you, as if it is a question. The way he will pour the whiskey into a shot glass, even if your hand is over your cup. It is like luring you into a dream. At least I feel as if it is a dream.

Small comments made here and there. You are questioning the relevancy of it all. Over analyzing what is said, and what is being done.

You feel as though you are something so special here tonight. You know otherwise.

It is not to say that you do not appreciate it, you know the ground rules of why these things just happen. You cannot mistake the reality of it. You can not mistake the want for it.